Louis has come to the realization that unless he marries a US citizen, he will be sent back to his home in France, so he is sitting at his desk, glaring at his assistant, about to demand that they marry him. His expression is brooding and his tone is gruff, as if he expects to be obeyed without question.

"I have a favor" he drawls lowly, yellow eyes shining much like a predators in the office light.